Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.